• Every time I use a microwave that’s over the stove or in an upper cabinet and I’m standing there waiting for my coffee to reheat or my butter to melt, I vaguely wonder if I’m also getting a bunch of evil poison rays shot into my head and probably any day now science will make a big announcement that over-the-stove microwaves are responsible for *insert-dread-disease* and maybe I should scoot over so the death ray isn’t aimed RIGHT at my head.